Forgive oh Lord and heal our land And give us eyes to seek Your face and hearts to understand That You alone make all things new And the blessings of
This land is mine God gave this land to me This brave and ancient land To me And when the morning sun Reveals her hills and plains Then I see a land
Bright sky blue Who now fades too Frames birds on the wing Whose sweet songs too sad so sing Now only an echo in my mind As sky fades to black I wonder
Tulkojums: Angkor Wat. Putna dziesma (Zeme).
Tulkojums: Pat Boone. Exodus dziesma (Šī zeme ir Mine).